Moonspear your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave

Just when it'd finally contented itself with this new life, the great, fuzzy mountain moved. These were not just the shifts and shudders that her world had oftened been subject to in the time Before, but full movement - the mountain was ripped away, and it reeled along with the rest of its companions.

Somewhere in the mess, its favored companion was lost, and it found itself near nothing at all. It'd spent its life packed in tightly with its companions, and now, there was nothing but empty space.

It hadn't known about empty space, before, and neither had it known about the empty spaces that could exist within its own self. But those spaces it now quickly discovered - lungs, they were called, but it was not to know for some months. No matter what they were called, though, it wastes no time in filling them with air, and with expelling that air with as much force and volume as its tiny self could muster.

It did not stop unitl the great, fuzzy mountain returned, and even then, kept up a series of quiet squawks as it suckled, as it was still unsure where its favored companion had gone.